The garden is starting to turn in to the cottagey-tumbly space that Alan and I envisioned.
Joy and Tarran make a mean pizza.
Ellis is made of strong stuff.
We met a very handsome chicken.
I made a cushion cover. It took an hour and a half and no grumbling (except at the ironing). Definitely the way forward for soft furnishings. (Sorry, knitting.)
Flora has learned to climb trees.
Alan and I heard brass bands play in the grounds of a ruined abbey. It was fabulous.
I prefer the previous name.